The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Alina's POV:

By the time dawn broke on the horizon, I had already freshened up.

Outside the room stood a row of servants carrying all the things needed for the Alpha Ceremony.

The crown, made of pure gold and designed like a peacock's tail, was recently unearthed from the pack's museum. The feather designs, among other details, were realistically carved. When I was born, the best craftsman in the pack crafted this for me to wear on the day I became the Alpha. It was also a great blessing from my father.

I touched the ruby on the crown. Thinking of my father, my heart suddenly stopped.

It was a pity that my father wasn't around to watch me take over his position.

He had always put the members of the pack before himself. When he was alive, he worried that I would cause problems for the pack if I took over his position.

This time, he had no chance to stop me anymore. Dressed in a traditional white robe, I smoothened the gold thread embroidery in front. I was in a trance.

What I used to dislike had now become the only thing I'd got.

my servant to put the crown on

at my reflection with the sparkling jewels, I

month ago, I was still a hopeless loser who had no control over

countless individuals. After the

took a deep breath and followed

on the door. Warren came in to walk me through the entire process of the ceremony. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt

be presiding over the ceremony. Although he had lost a lot of weight, his gorgeous face was still clearly

streaming in through the window shone on him, dispelling his innate coldness and slightly

and walked to him, smiling.

responded, "Let's just get this over with. There are still a lot of things to

seat. During this time, Warren had been handling a lot of matters of the pack. Perhaps as a result of losing a loving father

side profile, my heart skipped

gray-haired overnight, but Owen also started feeling down in the dumps. The two pillars

over, I would officially announce that Warren would take

officially

be any problem with the ceremony, trust me. Have you had breakfast? Do you want something to eat?" Without raising his head, Warren scrawled on the paper and replied,